A friend tells me he's used this place before and the food's pretty good.

We enter and order. I need a piss, as we'd been on the lash, so off to the khazi I go.

Unzip, or unbutton, I can't remember which, and aim towards the hole in the ground. For those of you who don't know, it's unusual to find a 'Western' toilet outside of a hotel in China. It's also not unusual to enter a block of toilets to find a local, crouched down with the stall door wide open, taking a dump whilst reading a newspaper and smoking a tab. But I digress.........

Whilst blissfully relieving myself of a dozen or so bottles of Tsing Tao, I look around the cubicle and just over my right shoulder is something unusual.

On the floor, just by my foot, a chopping board. On it, a cleaver, some finely-chopped vegetables and a couple of partly dissected frogs.